Thanks for posting the poem, I haven't any of her books anymore. I was so obsessed with her through high-school and college; her work still holds perfectly.
That is gorgeous story about getting into her house! You should post that all over for Plath fiends the world over.
Sorry to hear your opinion the film will not inspire anyone to read her work. But never fear, wherever moody adolescents mope, there Plath will be.
I'm not sure why I stopped reading her. Suicidal depression became such a commonplace once I landed in NY, and knowing about her nightmare life in NY... possibly to consider her anymore as a model became counterproductive. I dragged myself up by my bootstraps as they say, and went on to a philosophy more slanted to Will-to-power, and so dug the ditch I live in today.
Because of her (and Frida Kahlo... and Camille Claudel) I have always had a great suspicion of fellow-artists/lovers and their influence over me. The unsuccessful submission of each woman to her artist-mate stands as a paradigm of what not to do. Have your own work and your own life, never let someone else run you/run you down.
Just recently in Paris, in the great old Shakespeare & Co. bookstore, was pleased to see about forty copies of her husband Ted Hughes' works sitting on a high shelf gathering dust.
[This message was edited by S'tan on 10-29-03 at 10:43 AM.]